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    What was your worst day at work

    Just thinking back, several years ago when I was a full time farrier (horseshoer) I had a client who had a horse named Scooby I had to trim once a month. The owner payed Really REALLY well because I had a rep for dealing with problem horses and Scooby was really bad. The owner also had about 1million pygmey goats or so it seemed. Well one hot august summer day while I was working on Scooby one of the pygmey goats kept coming up to Scooby and was trying to nurse.
    Well this would not have bothered me or Scooby so much ,if Scooby would have been a mare and not a gelding. Scooby did not like this one bit.
    After several times of pushing the pesky goat away, and getting kicked at by Scooby, I lost my temper which is not good and picked up the little goat and threw him over the fence. Well the owner saw this happen and came outside to confront me and I told her Yes that little @#@$#@%@#@%@#% was about to get me hurt and she needed to watch her goats and not me.
    Well to make a long story short, I lost a $200 a month client for losing my temper.

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    My worst day at work was in February of 2002 while enlisted in the military as a CSAR specialist.

    My team was called in to rescue an army unit that was under fire and taking heavy casualties. It ended up turning into a 72 hour firefight in which my 2 team mates and brothers lost their lives. Additional search and rescue crews were eventually sent to pull the remaining soldiers out of harms way after we were overrun.

    My worst day at work ended up with me being medevaced to the hospital to be eventually disharged and the loss of my teammates.

    Justin.

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      #3
      My worst day was during the summer I turned 15.

      My family owned the newspaper in Throckmorton and my job was running the press. That job consisted of putting four pages at a time on the press and printing one side, and then putting another four pages on the press and printing the other side. We usually printed 16 pages a week.

      Each page was made up of thousands of individual pieces of lead held in a steel frame. A clamp held the frame tight enough so that the entire page could be picked up and carried to the press to be printed. Or at least that was the way it was supposed to work.

      One day as I was getting ready to print, I picked up a classified page and I almost got to the press before every line of it fell on the floor. I put the frame down, walked to the front of the office, removed my apron and started out the front door. My dad looked up from what he was doing and asked where I was going. I told him that I had just dropped the classified page in the floor and I was going to leave home. My mom calmly rose from her desk and started toward the door. My dad asked her where she was going and she replied, "I'm going to help him pack".

      Dad laughed when she said that and we all spent the next five hours putting the page back together and then printed the paper.

      In 9 years of running a press, that was the only page I ever dropped.

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        #4
        That"s real rough Dahmer thanks for your support

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          #5
          Justin,

          Makes my day sound like a walk in the park.

          Thanks for your service to our country!

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            #6
            It doesn't get much worse than that. Thanks for your service Dahmer. I'm glad you made it out my friend.

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              #7
              Dahmer, I feel for you.

              My worst was in Da Nam. Lost 8 in one day. God Bless

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                #8
                Originally posted by Texastrophy View Post
                It doesn't get much worse than that. Thanks for your service Dahmer. I'm glad you made it out my friend.
                Not many people know about my time in the service or where I was. Its not something I usually talk about. Its painful.

                Thanking me for my service isn't necessary. Thank those who gave their lives, and those who are injured beyond repair for their service.



                Well now that I am an emotional trainwreck, and crying like a little *****. I am gonna drink a bunch of beer, and try to forget.
                Last edited by Dahmer; 06-12-2007, 11:31 PM.

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                  #9
                  Mine was 2 years ago. Holding a deceased 2 month old. There are many things one can see and expierenced, children hurt or deceased always tug at my heart.

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                    #10
                    wow after reading all that puts mine in a different perspective. wow.

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                      #11
                      Thank god It hasn't come yet.

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